The sound of shouts and hooves striking the ground filled the world, and the mighty shield struck like a heavy ram from the impact, striking his high, fragile nose bone.

A strong feeling of soreness emerges instantly, but is quickly replaced by a sharp pain.

This is not the end of the catastrophe.

The huge force of the impact made him involuntarily fall off the horse, but because of the restraint of a stirrup on his calf, he did not completely break away from the maroon war horse under him, but was dragged by the raging war horse head-down at a high speed.

The heavily armed body slumped upside down on the side of the galloping horse, the head with the steel half-helmet rolled on the wet muddy ground and wailed, the muddy smell was slightly hazy because of the damage to the nose, and the eyes were also painfully unable to open, only to feel that more than a dozen riders were swarming by his side, probably enemies, but maybe his own people.

He thought so, and the next moment he didn't have time to think about it.

A faint whoosh sounded, and then, the horse fell!

With the whimpering and wailing of the horses, and with the tremendous force of the weight falling to the ground, his backward legs were quickly squeezed and twisted and deformed, and finally snapped off like chopsticks.

The hysterical screams of pain stopped abruptly before they could be born in their throats, and under the roar of collapse, the light chain armor on the jujube red war horse's body collided violently with his silver chain mail, and the ferocious force struck, breaking a whole row of ribs, and his breathing was dull from the cover of the mass, and at the same time intermittent because of the broken neck.

Everything in front of me quickly turned dark, the black three-headed dragon flags clashing with weapons and shaking in the wind, and the rumbling, screaming, laughing, howling, roaring, and begging for mercy as riders galloped by......

Everything was stripped from the battlefield, and at this time only pain was his real enemy, the cheeks, neck, heart, whole body, the pervasive pain, crazy, sharp, cruel, unbearable......

He's defeated!

It is not known exactly when he was defeated by this terrifying enemy, but as the darkness was lifted, as the world shifted, from chaos to quiet, as a sleeping little boy in the tower bedroom screamed and sat up from the feather bed and gasped for air, the outcome of the defeat was self-evident.

……

Footsteps sounded from outside the door of the room, and then there was a knock on the door: "I seem to have heard some movement, Young Master Lanli, are you okay?" ”

The sound passed through the door, and it was muffled.

"It's okay, it's just a nightmare!"

The muffled hoarse voice responded to the servant, but it seemed to persuade himself.

Unfortunately, his words were normal due to deliberate control, but as long as he looked down, he could find that his small white hands and two arms clutching the silver-gray futon were shaking uncontrollably and spasming.

The servants outside the door apparently couldn't see this, and the sound of a grunt was born again, and quickly faded away.

The boy named Lan Li didn't pay much attention to this, but kept looking down at his hands in front of him. Those beautiful blue eyes still had the painful look of "nightmare" in them, but with a strange change, his hands and the heart that trembled with them quickly calmed down.

[Race Level: LV1]

……

It seemed to float in front of his eyes, but it seemed to be a special kind of realization, and when this information was captured by his brain, he sighed lightly.

"Fake, that's right, it's all fake! I'm still alive, I'm not crushed by my own horse, and I'm not a full-grown knight......"

Muttering, he felt it carefully, the surging pain of not long ago had really disappeared, and only the illusion that remained in his memory still haunted him.

But that's not true.

He comforted himself silently, but turned his head to the bedside table beside him as if he was uncertain.

The low bedside table in old oak was adorned with a few decorative crimson garnets and moonstones, a half-melted ash candle, and a silver-plated round mirror from Mill across the Narrow Sea.

With his gaze, a delicate child's face was reflected in the clear mirror of the round mirror, only four or five years old, with black hair and blue eyes, quietly staring at him, and his bloodshot eyes were full of scrutiny.

Another piece of information emerges.

[Heraldry LV6], [Language LV1], [Etiquette LV1]

……

In his dreams, he didn't have this kind of data-based ability, so he completely let go of his heart, and everything that was ignored around him quickly came flooding in.

It was a quiet, petite bedroom, dimly lit, with a heavy brown wood door less than two meters from the bed, a black-ash fireplace embedded in the wall opposite the bed, only a leg away from the end of the bed, and a few strips of beautifully crafted pale gold brocade hanging in the blank space, and the satin surface was embroidered with the Baratheon family's crown and stag emblem and some of the family's past achievements.

The Baratheons were an ancient and honorable family, one of the eight great feudal nobles of the Targaryens, so it's not hard to imagine how exaggerated the paintings on the tapestry were.

However, Lan Li didn't linger on it for long, and after glancing at it, he moved his gaze to the narrow window on the left hand side.

A ray of sunlight shining through the glass of the window, shining brightly, illuminates a nearby floor, but also envelops a cloud of floating dust that is invisible to the naked eye.

At this time, he was located inside the towering tower of the family's Wind's Breath, so high that even beyond the light, there was only a hazy sky except sunlight.

But a peculiar fragrance wafted from the window, the fragrance was strange, like the fragrance of books formed by the fusion of ink and parchment, but there was a faint smell of burnt.

So Lan Li lifted the silver silk futon, put on the shoes on the floor on the side of the feather bed, and walked to the window wearing only a thin black velvet pajamas.

The sparse trivial sound continued to sound as he walked, it was a layer of corduroy mats on the floor, usually Lan Li always disliked walking This thing was a little too noisy, but at this time he had basically ignored it, and his attention was all on his goal.

The window embedded in the wall was not too low to be tall, so he climbed over a bench nearby and pushed the narrow square window open.

With a creaking sound, a light breeze that had been blocked out blew in through the window, the sound of seagulls bursting, the salty sea breeze blowing his charcoal-black hair and short ears, and the cold that came from the wind stirred goosebumps on his white arms.

Looking beyond the courtyard and a forest of sacred trees below the tower, the morning mist covered the sea outside the city walls, covering the vast ocean scene in an endless way.

Farther away, the hazy shadows of the ship slowly rippled in the depths of the mist, not one or two, but dozens or hundreds.

Arrayed from the sea, they surround the towering cliff castle from the sea, looking like a group of black knights lurking in the mist, riding their horses and aiming their spears at the enemy, ready to charge at the sound of the trumpet—the target is Storm's End.

The head of House Baratheon, his current eldest brother, Robert Baratheon, had previously started a rebellion against the royal family of House Targaryen, only to be beaten by their good neighbors to the west, the Tyrells, the loyal lords of the Riverlands, and were forced to disappear away from their own territory, and the family's Storm's End was besieged by the soldiers of the Riverlands.

It's just that they've been besieging them for more than half a year, and there's still no movement, and Maestro Clesant, who taught Lan Li, claims that Storm's End has never been taken for thousands of years, and the Tyrells obviously know this, so they only besiege it, hoping that the castle will run out of supplies and starve them to death.

Lan Li didn't know if this was true or not, and was not interested in digging into it, because if nothing else, the castle would hold out until the last minute, until Robert Baratheon smashed the Targaryen heir to death with a hammer and usurped the Iron Throne.

Of course, he is not sure about this, although this is a familiar world, but whether it will develop according to the plot in memory is something that no one can guarantee......

The tower was tall, but the location of the bedroom was limited, and Lan Li's vision could only see the seaside at this time, and that was nothing to see.

So he looked away.

Behind the tower, there was a faint shout of soldiers, perhaps in daily training, or someone giving a speech, stretching his neck to look down, and there were two figures talking face-to-face in the courtyard at the root of the building.

The distance is too far to hear any words, and because of the height, they also look like two small ants, one black and one gray, inconspicuous.

However, Lan Li was able to clearly identify who they were.

Maester Creeson of Storm's End, and Gavin Wilder, the head of the church.

Maester Clison taught him the necessary knowledge of the noble children on a daily basis, and the time for teaching was not far off. But Lan Li's blue eyes were looking at the head of the Storm's Breath Castle standing across from the Bachelor.

It looks like a book, but a little burnt smell comes from this person. It's too far away to make out at the moment, but the scent is already there.

As the third son of the Baratheon family, despite his young age, Lan Li sometimes needs to eat in the same hall as the head of the sect, so he is sure of this.

So the question is, would a normal person exude this rich, special fragrance that spans such heights?

Or is it abnormal, is it really the head of Wild Wild?

Leaning against the window, he raised his hand and touched his nose, as if the soreness and pain were still there.

The boy pursed his lips.

He didn't know how he got into this very cruel world, he was reincarnated as Baratheon, and some of the things before he became Lan Li were quite vague, but the anomaly was obvious at the moment.

The inexplicable scent, the unique "data" that looms with the gaze, and most importantly-

It's not the first time he's had that kind of "dream".